She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 210

She paired it with a light knit cardigan over a mint-green blouse.

The style was simple yet incredibly elegant, softening her features and highlighting her radiant complexion.

Miles hadn't left for the office yet. It seemed he was waiting for her.

Seeing her walk out looking so beautiful, he inexplicably found himself sitting back down at the dining table.

Who was she going out to meet?

She was dressed to kill, yet whenever she was around him, she practically lived in oversized loungewear.

He had somehow forgotten that once upon a time, Quinn used to wear dresses for him too. She used to be vibrant and full of brilliant smiles.

But all of that had been ground to dust by his endless coldness and rejection.

"Ma'am, I made you some eggs and a hot coffee. Have some before you go. There's soup too."

"Thank you, Gail."

Quinn had no desire to eat here, especially with Miles sitting right there.

Seeing her heading for the door without so much as a glance in his direction, Miles frowned deeply.

"Am I invisible to you?"

Quinn replied flatly, "I'm not the one who's blind, Miles."

The man choked on his anger, his eyes freezing over as his expression darkened completely.

"And when exactly do you plan on apologizing to Jade and Leo?"

Hearing him bring up yesterday's disaster ignited a fresh wave of fury in her chest.

How did he even have the nerve to ask?

"If you hadn't stopped me yesterday, Miles, I would have gotten Caleb's scarf back."

His dark eyes reflected her unwavering stubbornness. He sneered.

"Is admitting you're wrong really as agonizing as being put in chains?"

Quinn's shoulders went rigid. A storm of resentment and injustice raged in her eyes.

"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?"

Quinn's chest tightened as the reality of his words sank in.

He was right. Why was she demanding he stop lending the money, when her own brother was the one begging for it?

He was reminding her of exactly who he was—the CEO of York Corporation.

When people threw themselves at his feet for spare change, he tossed it to them just to maintain his image.

If she didn't want him to lend the money, her brother shouldn't be asking in the first place.

Suppressing her nausea, Quinn straightened her spine. "He won't ask you for another dime."

She planned to call AJ the second she left and explicitly forbid him from ever approaching Miles again.

Hearing this, the man let out a low, deeply condescending chuckle. He leaned back lazily in his chair, his long fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the table.

His dark, piercing gaze swept over her from head to toe, dripping with absolute contempt, as if he had just heard the most pathetic joke in the world.

He was entirely certain that neither she nor her brother could pull it off. She was just desperately trying to salvage whatever broken pride she had left.

"Is that so?"